there are hundreds of people
in my house
i only know one of them
leave it to one to invite ninety nine
friends of his
now invading my space my shell
i want them out
but
i have no means to be
rid of them
drinking my beer
eating my food
taking up my space
i believe
this situation vividly defines
invasion
awkwardness
all talking squawking at once
it is the sound of burning
sporadic popping crackling
amplified until a single person
me
is unable to think function
i can only feel  
i feel helpless
i feel loathing
i feel confusion
i feel disoriented i feel lost
in my own ******* space
i feel lost
they must go all of them
they all must go
i hide outside
smoke a cigarette
yet cannot hide forever
i can only smoke
for so long
i will wait
and cough blood
through my teeth
smiling wide
red white
as they leave